Did I ever tell you that some of my friends used to call me Ant in high school? Ants love peonies. So it was fate, then, that I would fall in love with the peony from the first moment I saw one years later. Some people think peonies are too showy and flamboyant. But I love peonies because when they start to open, they look like birds sleeping with their heads tucked in ruffly, soft feathers. When we bought our first house with a yard back east, I planted 30 peony bushes in my bootcamp garden. I called it bootcamp because I was a terrible gardener, and a lot of what I planted failed to thrive. But not those bushes. Every spring, I was heady with joy at the dozens upon dozens of enormous pink blooms which I bundled and gave away to neighbors and teachers. I miss my peonies. Unfortunately, they can't grow in the area I live in now. But if I'm lucky, I will find a few bouquets at Trader Joe's. In fact, I'm headed there now.
|Oh my stars, I drew a neck!|